Chapter 27

As the night enveloped the room in its inky darkness, I lay on my bed, groaning in discomfort. My throat felt as dry as a desert, and the thirst was overwhelming. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. It seemed as though I hadn't had a single drop of water in ages, and the parched feeling in my throat was unrelenting. My mind was fixated on finding some relief, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to find any peace until my thirst was quenched.

"I wonder if I should search for it myself," I mused, my gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. The thought of wandering around this place filled me with trepidation. After all, what if I were to unexpectedly cross paths with Fenrir? The mere notion sent shivers down my spine.

I scanned the room with a quick glance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Darius. Alas, he was nowhere to be found. Without him by my side, I couldn't muster up the courage to venture outside. The thought of lea